i just read this until my stomach hurt.

(five years at 126 st. mark's and while i knew sin-e had been nearby, i never knew it was in the space two floors under my feet - the same space that later housed the bar with the corona buckets we wished we could just hoist up to the fire escape.)

(i could use a crooked tree crepe for lunch right about now. oh, the original food source pre-buffy night. those were the days.)